I’m decidedly an introvert. Most companions, in my experience, are more extroverted than I am. This dynamic typically guides my interactions with them.
So “Sabrina” posed a bit of a challenge.
A young, lithe, pretty brunette with the legs of a runway model, she quietly sat across from me in her hotel room wearing slinky black negligee. Her shyness made our conversation awkward. I asked her a few generic questions, but her responses were brief. She seemed unsure what to say or how to act.
I decided to take the initiative. I took her by the hand, signaling for her to rise. My hands reached for the straps of her negligee. I pulled them off her shoulders. The negligee fell to the carpet, revealing her pert breasts. I traced my finger around her areolas and nipples. My fingers then ran down her taut, flat stomach before they reached inside the elastic of her black panties. I gently pulled them down. I noticed her trimmed bush.
She remained passive as I disrobed her. She seemed rather submissive. I told her gently, but firmly, to get on her knees. She lowered her knees to the carpet, unbuckled my belt, unfastened my pants, and pulled down my underwear. She took my cock into her mouth and proceeded with a slow blowjob. My hand gripped the back of her head and gently guided her. I glanced down at her and enjoyed the sight of her servicing me. A moan escaped my lips as her mouth continued to work on my cock.
I had her stand up and move to the bed. I settled beside her. She confessed that she was getting very wet. She procured a condom and covered me. I lowered my body on top of hers and entered her. She was tight. I thrust slowly at first, eventually increasing my tempo. After a few minutes, we switched positions. I grabbed her slender waist as she started riding me cowgirl. She fucked me with a steady rhythm and slightly moaned as her body undulated on top of mine. I relished the sensations. But I wanted more. I repositioned her body and bent her over the bed. I moved behind her and penetrated her. The encounter was completely lacking in any illusion of romance, but I didn’t mind as I started to fuck her hard. I heard myself growl as my pelvis slapped against her sweet ass. I couldn’t hold out any longer, and I exploded into the condom.
After we disengaged, we cleaned ourselves up. She put her gown back on. I dressed. Hardly a word passed between us. We exchanged an awkward hug before I exited her hotel room.
Lutheran Guilt 